Amid the buzzing of the electromagnetic lock disengaging, Guan Yao pulled open the blast door.
Behind the metal door panel, Old Lu wore tactical sunglasses, mud still clinging to his camo combat boots, followed by three men who were equally well-equipped.
They carried tactical backpacks, the holsters at their waists swaying slightly with their movements, an aura of disciplined, lethal intent exuding from their every action.
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